A Song-fic. Cinnamony and very lemony and sweetly confusing. (4/9/2002)

From Vegeta’s POV, his thoughts are bordered by tilde’s ~

 

 

Something Stirring (2/7)

 

 

Slowly, carefully, so as not to wake the slumbering form, Goku dribbled chocolate sauce on the blissfully unaware ouji’s back. Outside, the birds chirped merrily as dawn broke, warm amber rays bathing the land. Inside the small bedroom, heavy cream curtains were drawn and the room was still shrouded in cool darkness. Hardly a problem for keen Saiyan vision. Humming and purring softly under his breath, a growing lopsided grin on his face, Goku lay on his front with his feet dangling in the air, industriously tracing out a pattern in dark chocolate.

 

Finally completing with a flourish, Goku flipped the cap of the bottle back and reached over to place the bottle on the floor beside the bed. Sitting back on his heels, he viewed his handiwork with grinning satisfaction. Vegeta remained unconscious, his breathing even and deep as he lay sprawled out on his stomach, one arm curled around the pillow his head was resting on and the other arm thrown carelessly to the side, hand hanging limply off the side of the large bed. Written diagonally in chocolate sauce across the ouji’s muscular back was ‘BAD MAN’, the ‘N’ ending in a fancy swirl around the base of his auburn tail.

 

Goku admired the kawaii picture for a while more before leaning over with a hentai grin. Placing a firm palm on Vegeta’s shoulder to prevent him from flipping over, he began to lick the chocolate off, his hot tongue laving over the smooth skin, dipping and swirling sensuously over the royal chiseled muscles.

 

Vegeta squirmed slightly as he felt something hot, wet and soft trace down his spine and gave a low moan when he felt it pause and swirl around the sensitive part on his back right between his shoulder blades, a delicious shudder rippling through his body. Still more asleep than awake, he drifted in and out from slumber in a haze of pleasurable sensations. Kami… Unconsciously, he started purring loudly.

 

With his eyes shut, he was excruciatingly aware of every lick, every touch as the slightly rough, raspy organ made its way down his back, sending his nerves tingling. Yet, still caught in the arms of Morpheus, he felt almost detached from his physical body…almost as if he was a spectator, floating and looking down through a fog at slight figure writhing in arousal. Dimly in the background, he could hear a rumbling purr that he knew belonged to a certain third-class baka.

 

When the skillful tongue came to wrap around the base of his tail though, he gave a sudden gasp and jerked violently. Warm hands gripped his hips firmly as wet tongue and sharp teeth were applied expertly to his tail, licking and scraping and nibbling lightly in delightful torture along the furry length. Groaning loudly and cursing incoherently now, he ground his hips into the cool cotton sheets below in an attempt to relieve the tension that was building up in his lower abdomen, but his hips were held resolutely in place. “Nnnngh…ki..kisama! Onegi..bakayaro!” When the tip of his sensitized tail was suddenly popped into a hot, moist cavern, he lurched up with a strangled cry. “Aiiee..K-kakarrot!”

 

The warm palms now moved from his hips to knead his cheeks, spreading and teasing him. A soft furry length came up to coil loosely around his neck, the puffed tip brushing rhythmically across his flushed cheeks and nose, releasing the heady musk of arousal with every pass. His breath was coming out in sharp pants now and his head was swimming… Vegeta fisted the sheets angrily, desperately in frustration as he attempted to buck his hips to no avail. What that talented, hot mouth was doing to his tail… “Kaka..aahhhh..fuuuck” He gave a low keening growl, snapping his head from side to side in agitation, “…shiiiMAtta…fin..iiish it, baka!”

 

And suddenly his tail tip was released and a hot tongue licked at the top of his cleft sloppily, wetly, leaving a generous trail of slick fluid that slid down his crack. His furry collar uncoiled as well and now free from restrictions, Vegeta lifted his rear high, tight ass and lush tail dancing in an inviting, erotic manner. Oh fuck, he wanted it, needed it so bad…

 

When a thick hardness slid in smoothly, stretching and filling him to the hilt, an almost satisfied dulcet groan tripped from his throat. Kami-sama! It burned, but it burned wonderfully… It was an excruciating, heavenly type of heat. Searing lava raced through his veins in a circuit, initially concentrated in his lower body but spread down his legs, leaving a tingling tightness in its wake that heightened with every pass and setting his raw nerves afire.

 

The burly Saiyan started to move slowly but soon settled into a steady, pounding pace that slammed into that spot deep within him, and he pressed back, mewing and cursing randomly in delirium. Feeling his lower abdomen and legs clenching inexorably, he tried to stave it off his impending climax, wishing to retain that deliciously pleasurable tightness for as long as he could but he soon lost the battle with a shuddering cry. Through the pounding in his ears as he crested his peak violently, he could dimly hear an answering roar from the brawny Saiyan.

 

Vegeta sank onto the sticky sheets with an exhausted sigh and Goku collapsed abruptly on top of him, panting hard as well. After a couple of heartbeats, the smaller ouji gave a muffled curse and attempted to buck the heavier Saiyan off him. Goku laughed weakly and rolled off, pulling the prince towards him and cuddling him close. Vegeta gave another muttered curse and flailed a bit, but it was half-hearted and he soon gave up. Rolling his eyes, he sank back limply against the larger Saiyan and lowered his eyelids partially, feeling strangely contented as soft, sated purrs filled the room.

 

Hn. What a way to wake up…He sniffed the air in amusement. Chocolate. Baka. The usual insult held none of its usual rancor, in fact… His lips quirked up ever so slightly, he might even admit that he felt a little, just a little affection for the happy-go-lucky Saiyan. He snorted; who would have thought he would be sleeping with his former enemy? Though the only other full blood had ceased to be his adversary a long time ago and they had settled into a somewhat friendly, if intense, rivalry. When Kakarrot came to look for him that night a few weeks back, one thing led to another and the next thing he knew, they were rolling frenziedly around in bed. But he had no complaints; the big lout was as good in bed as he was on the arena, no, he was beyond good.

 

Twisting his head slightly, he slanted a look up at his brawny lover. Kakarrot had an uncharacteristic shit-eating smirk on his face as he snuggled against the lithe ouji, his eyes closed. A soft chuckle escaped and the younger cracked open one eye to peer quizzically at the surprisingly mellow prince. “Nani?”

 

Vegeta shook his head with a wry smile and rested his head against the other’s broad shoulders again. The faint rumbling deep purrs vibrating from the barrel chest were comforting, soothing, familiar…Saiyan. And as the days passed, they found themselves sleeping together, and just generally spending time together. To his surprise, he found himself discovering new sides to the Earth-raised Saiyan every day; Kakarrot’s extremely horny side quickly became apparent but this mischievous, kinky side the younger male revealed this morning…

 

A loud complaining growl interrupted his musings and Kakarrot sat up with a sheepish smile. “Gomen…” He flashed a bright smile. “Why don’t you lie in for a while longer; I’ll cook breakfast and call you when it’s done?”

 

Vegeta lolled about in the large bed, enjoying the feel of the smooth, cool sheets that wound around his bare legs, carefully avoiding the wet spot as he stretched and twisted lazily, his tail curling and unfurling like a cat. Ah yessss… This was the life. Treated like the royalty he was and pampered. The nude sovereign purred throatily. The younger male was useful, likeable… He gave a start. Where did that thought come from? Likeable? He gave a derisive snort; kami he was getting soft.

 

Just because they hump like rabbits did not mean that those lovey-dovey bunny emotions become automatically involved. It was purely physical pleasure and mutual carnal gratification, each fulfilling a tactile need since their Ningen females had long passed away from a shorter life span. Perhaps he might have a soft spot for that baka, just like he had tolerated that onna for over three decades in their turbulent life together. His relationship with the younger Saiyan in existence was safe, comfortable, definable... They were both lonely and they were both horny. They were the only two full-blooded Saiyans left in existence, and they were being mature about it, moving past their earlier rivalry to settle into a mutual understanding. Certain traits of the Saiyan race, certain needs and demands…only another Saiyan could understand.

 

~ Likeable? Yes, despite his sometimes foolish and juvenile mannerisms, Kakarrot can be likeable. Do I like him? ~ His thoughts drifted to the tall Saiyan, various scenes randomly flashing across his mind…

 

I’ve got you under my skin,

I’ve got you deep in the heart of me,

 

“Vegeta! Breakfast is done!” Goku poked his head around the door, a sunny grin on his face. Vegeta sat up with a small frown of irritation on his face, blinking rapidly as he tried to recall his abruptly derailed train of thought, but soon gave up when his stomach gave a loud protest.

 

Vegeta leaned back in his chair and watched as the younger washed the dishes. Clad in a pair of loose blue gi pants, Kakarrot presented a delectable, if incongruous sight. He looked every inch a warrior; one of the traits that attracted the royal. His movements were quick and fluid, his stance confident and secure. Sculpted muscles in his back and arms flexed and shifted under sleek tawny skin as he worked, his entire build and musculature showed a body developed through grueling training and honed on the battlefield. His movements and carriage spoke of a seasoned fighter.

 

Yet, despite the numerous life and death battles he had fought, and Kakarrot was not young by Ningen standards, the Chikyuu-raised Saiyan retained an appealing innocence and a cheerful outlook on life. The simplest things fascinated him. Vegeta wondered; did that indicate an equally simple mind or just one that was not jaded. Idly, the normally grouchy warrior prince noted that while that particular behavior used to irritated the hell out of him, he wasn’t as bothered by it now. In fact…he might even admit that it was slightly kawaii. But only a bit.

 

Vegeta pushed his chair out and leaned back, stretching his arms above his head and his legs out, simultaneously tensing his muscles and cracking his joints. “Shall we spar at the Heon Mountains today? I feel like doing some altitude training.”

 

“Hai, Vegeta! That sounds like a great idea!” Goku turned around as he dried his hands on his pants, the dishes done.

 

Vegeta stood up and walked over to the refrigerator, peering inside momentarily. “And I think I need to stock up on food…again.” He scowled at the taller male as he closed the door. “Baka. I swear that stomach of yours is, in actuality, a black hole.”

 

“Gomen, Vegeta…” Goku rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

 

“Hn.” The ouji quickly did a stock-take of his dry larder supplies. “You can make up by carrying my groceries later.”

 

“Of course!” His back turned; Vegeta did not catch the delighted look that brightened the younger’s countenance. “Give me a few minutes to go home to get changed. I’ll meet you at the Heon Mountains.” Without waiting for Vegeta’s reply, Goku transmitted out. As Vegeta strode back to his room, a thought crossed his mind. Considering the amount of time they already spend together, Kakarrot should just move in with him instead of shuttling back and forth between their houses. But that would imply that they are in some sort of steady relationship, which further implied commitment and some sort of deeper feelings… Does it? It is simply a more convenient and practical arrangement. And does it really matter? They were already physically intimate; does it really matter if Kakarrot moved in with him? After all, he had lived with Bulma...

 

Vegeta frowned in confusion. Gah, why was he so bothered over so trivial a detail? Shaking his head unconsciously, he rummaged through his closet for his training spandex and pushed those cluttering thoughts out of his mind; he would need a clear mind for a spar with Kakarrot.

 

So deep in my heart…you’re really a part of me,

I’ve got you under my skin!

 

Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he waited with the numerous bags of groceries on the sidewalk. ~ Baka…where did he go? He said he’d only take a couple of minutes. ~ His stomach gave a loud growl, reminding the already pissed owner that it was time for dinner. When he felt Goku’s ki approach behind him, the scowling ouji turned around, ready to berate the younger when a large chocolate ice-cream cone was thrust in front of him.

 

“Nani?” Vegeta blinked at the cone in confusion, his irritation momentarily forgotten.

 

“For you!” Goku grinned cheerfully at him, licking on his own pistachio ice cream. “I know you like chocolate.”

 

Vegeta gave a snort and took the cone, a strangely fuzzy feeling coming over him. Still grinning widely, Goku suddenly sat down on the curbside. “Have a seat, Geta.”

 

Vegeta stared at the other male in disbelief. “You want me to sit on the sidewalk??”

 

“Sure beats standing up.” Finding no ready retort to that simple statement, Vegeta’s brow twitched in agitation for a couple of seconds before he abruptly plopped down beside Goku. The two Saiyans sat there in companionable silence for a while, licking their ice cream, knees drawn up to their chests and tails twined comfortably.

 

Vegeta looked down at his rapidly diminishing cone, his thoughts in a whirl. ~ It’s just an ice-cream cone, it’s cheap. No big deal. Why should I feel so …strange? So pleased…happy? ~

 

He twisted his head slightly and looked at the younger male. Goku had already finished his cone and was now looking up at the sunset with a small, quiet smile. ~ Because nobody has ever bought anything for me, just because they wanted to. That onna used to buy me stuff too, but that was because she wanted something out of me later. Manipulative little bitch. ~ He gave an almost fond mental laugh at the memories of their fiery relationship.

 

His thoughts returned to Kakarrot, his eyes absently running down the other’s face. Time seemed to stand still as he took in the rugged profile of the younger warrior, silhouetted against a particularly spectacular sunset of vermilion and gold. He could taste the lingering sweetness of the chocolate ice cream and scent the lightly spicy musk that was Kakarrot. Suddenly, he was extremely aware of how close they were sitting, the warm furry length that was coiled around his tail and just the relaxed timelessness of the perfect moment. And suddenly, he was reminded of a particular conversation, about a sappy Chikkuyu emotion.

 

~ Since when have I gotten so comfortable, so relaxed around Kakarrot? ~ With a start, he realized that he had grown accustomed to the other’s presence in his life. Their paths have always crossed often ever since the first time they met, but recently, their lives have become tightly entwined and entangled. It’s has become more than just a physical relationship… Vegeta chewed absently on his lower lip, frowning slightly in confusion. He hated this feeling of not knowing what was happening to him, this feeling of loosing control of his life, his emotions.

 

~ Damn you, Kakarrot… What are you doing to me? Why do I feel this way? ~

 

I tried so hard not to give in,

I said to myself…this affair, never will go so well!

But why should I try to resist,

When ‘Darling’ I know so well,

I’ve got you under my skin!

 

Suddenly he felt something cool run down his hand. “Kuso!” The last bit of his ice cream had melted and dripped all over his hand. As he brought his hand up, a larger hand wrapped around his wrist and interrupted its path. Startled, Vegeta looked up.

 

“Let me.” Goku leaned forward with a husky whisper, his tongue darting out neatly to lick off the chocolate, laving the back of the royal hand with long sweeps before turning it over to swirl around the sensitive palm. Vegeta watched him from under half-lidded eyes, his pulse quickening.

Slowly, sensually, Goku took each of the slim fingers in his mouth, his hot tongue twining and bathing and sucking each chocolate-covered digit before finally releasing it, and moving on to the next finger. Just as slowly, Vegeta removed his hand and started sucking on his own fingers in an exact imitation of Goku’s earlier suggestive actions, his lips quirking up in a smirk as he saw the other’s eyes darken with lust. Threading his hand through the ebon wild spikes, Vegeta brought the other’s face towards his own, slanting his head slightly to claim the other’s parted lips.

 

Around them, people bustled to get somewhere or run some errand. A few curious onlookers slowed down to goggle at the pair but generally, people went on with their own busy little lives.

 

When they finally broke apart, both were panting slightly and more than a little flushed. “Take us home, Kakarrot.” Vegeta commanded hoarsely, hands reaching out for their groceries as a brawny arm snaked around his waist.

 

Dinner was simple and hurriedly cooked, but neither could really remember exactly what they ate, their attention focused only on each other. The atmosphere was charged and heavy with nervous energy and expectation, as their eyes devoured each other hungrily as well. Vegeta felt something stirring within him; it was just sexual tension…was it? Deep down inside, he had the gut feeling that no, it wasn’t just that.

 

Vegeta could tell that Goku was visibly tensed; nervous and worried about the inscrutable, scrutinizing looks the ouji was giving him. Vegeta had barely said more than a few words during dinner and all were curt replies to the younger’s hesitant attempts at conversation. Caught up in a snarl of unfamiliar emotions that the other Saiyan had evoked in him, something he had never felt so intensely before, the reserved prince had reacted by retreating into his shell in an effort to sort his tangled thoughts and emotions.

 

He recalled the slight soft fondness he felt for Bulma, the proud affection he felt for his children… But this…this was something different. It was fiercer, more intense, dizzying even. It was a feeling of constantly desiring the other’s company; Vegeta wondered what happened to his serene, ordered lifestyle where he needed no one else but himself, and marveled further at the fact that he somehow did not regret that loss of independence. It was a feeling of hoping to see the other…happy. It was a feeling that he can’t describe, that he can’t put a name too. It was something elusive, something fuzzy and warm.

 

Looking up from his reverie when he noticed Goku standing up, he felt a little pang at seeing the flash of hurt and puzzlement on the younger’s face before it was quickly replaced by a forced smile. Suddenly, something fell into place, and even though he still did not know what was happening to him exactly, he knew deep inside what he would do, what he wanted to do.

 

I’d sacrifice anything, come what may,

For the sake of having you near

In spite of the warning voice, that comes in the night,

And repeats, and repeats, in my ear…

 

“Don’t you know little fool…you never can win,

Use your mentality, wake up to reality!”

 

Goku stood up heavily and despondently, and stacked the dishes. His tail hung limply as he shuffled to the sink. “Kakarrot.” Startled at the sudden change in the prince’s deep tone, Goku turned around with a puzzled look. “Leave it.”

 

Vegeta unwound sinuously from his chair and padded softly toward the younger, his russet tail lashing slowly behind him, his dark eyes burning as his hands reached up to unbutton his crimson shirt. Slowly, his hips swaying seductively, he worked his way down his shirt until he reached the larger button on his jeans. By now, he was just standing right in front of the wide-eyed Saiyan. Flicking open the metal button, he pulled down the zipper, then stopped there and instead stepped even closer, rolling his hips, bumping and forcing the husky fighter to back up against the sink.

 

Swatting away the hands that reached for his waist with a commanding flick of his tail, Vegeta raised his own hand and with a tiny flare of his ki at his fingertip, raked his nail lightly down the other’s front. Tossing the ruined T-shirt away with a grin, he ran his hands over the bare chest that was now heaving slightly, his fingertips dancing lightly over the smooth tawny skin and raising goose bumps in their wake. Leaning in, he inhaled the sweet spicy musk of the younger male, rubbing his nose in the hollow of the muscled shoulder. He could see the soft flutter of the younger’s rapid pulse, hear the quick intake of breath as he scraped his teeth delicately along the sensitive collarbone, and feel the hardness pressed against his abdomen.

 

Stepping back a couple of steps, Vegeta spun around and slowly wriggled his jeans down teasingly, then his boxers, until he was wearing only his opened crimson shirt. And then, the wicked prince threw a feral smirk over his shoulder before he strode out of the kitchen, his furry tail wagging naughtily from under his shirt.

 

Goku blinked rapidly, stunned for a few seconds before he recovered his wits. “Dammit, Vegeta!” Yanking at his own jeans, he quickly stripped off his restrictive clothing and ran out of the kitchen after the ouji. As he stepped into the bedroom, a piece of silky red fabric was flung into his face. Before he could react, a slender form tackled him and he fell back with a muffled curse, his breath knocked out of him. Before he could regain it though, a hot palm closed around his erection and he arched back with a groan.

 

Vegeta gave a rich, throaty chuckle as he took in the sight of Earth’s greatest warrior fumbling clumsily with the simple fabric on his face. Sitting astride over the other’s waist, he rolled his hips sensually, one hand pumping ever so slowly, the other stroking along the camber of the brawny male’s hips. He purred softly as he took in the sight of the rugged, handsome face, flushed and moaning.

 

~ Damn you, Kakarrot. ~

 

Leaning forward, he slid his hands up slowly along Goku’s sides and front, mapping out each and every curve, dip and rise of the perfect, chiseled body beneath him, sensitive fingertips relishing the smooth feel of warm skin and tight muscles. Like satin over sculpted steel. A living god. His Adonis. He inhaled the fragrant spice-musk that was distinctively Kakarrot as he slid his hands up along the corded neck.

 

~ What you are doing to me… ~

 

Threading his hands through the ebony, mussed spikes, Vegeta slanted his head slightly and claimed willing lips, marveling at the additive taste of the only other full-blooded Saiyan left of their warrior race. Closing his eyes, he thrust his tongue in, running playfully along sharp straight teeth and silky smooth lips, before tangling sensually with the slightly raspy organ, hot and wet and limber. Elegant fingers raked lightly through thick, soft hair, kneading and ruffling and smoothing.

 

~What do I feel? ~

 

Hips ground and rocked, bumping twin erections together, as sweaty bodies rolled about on the cool floor. Bodies arched and rubbed along the length of the other, writhing and undulating and never seeming to get enough of the feel of the other in a carnal dance. Hands roamed greedily, bristling tails coiled and ruffled and slapped stingingly at sensitive flesh. Mouths kissed hungrily, and then broke away to taste and nip at hot, succulent skin before returning for another demanding, searing kiss. 

 

~ I know not what I feel… ~

 

Finally flipping Goku on his back, Vegeta pulled back, skimming his hands and body along a muscled front before kneeling upright on his heels. Shifting to kneel over the younger’s right leg; he pulled the brawny form towards him and twisted him slightly on his side, before lifting the other leg over his hip and sliding into fiery heat with a guttural groan. Goku moaned at the sudden intrusion, seemingly in pain but then, his leg tightened around the ouji’s slender waist and he bucked his pelvis in a clear message.

 

~ What do I want? ~

 

Vegeta closed his eyes, pushing away any lingering doubts that he might have. He had ceased to think; he could only feel. He savored the tight, searing heat that enveloped him, the heavy leg that was thrown around his waist, the furry steel-cored length that wrapped around his thigh. He reveled in the pounding roar of his blood as it thundered in his ears, the molten lava that ran under his skin, the arousing pressure and tension as his muscles flexed and worked. He lost himself in the primal pounding, the earthy thrust and friction into liquid heat, panting and gasping harshly in delicious exertion.

 

~ …I want … ~

 

With a low carnal growl, he burst into golden flame, the added rush of raw power surging through him, a potent aphrodisiacal rush to his heightened and sensitized senses. Pulling out, Vegeta flipped the trembling male on his knees before gripping muscular hips again, this time hard enough to bruise as the pounding pace sped up, each slamming thrust sending waves of rippling ecstasy through both. Waves which increased in frequency and intensity until they melded seamlessly into a plateau of pure sensation. Twin sobbing cries rang jerkily as they crashed through the upper boundaries and shattered.

 

~ …You… ~

 

Harsh pants slowed down to satiated purrs, heated flesh stilled and cooled. Vegeta drew the larger figure to him, limbs and tails tangling as they wrapped around each other in cozy contentment, nuzzling his face fondly against the other’s cheek. After a while, he spoke up softly. “Stay.”

 

Goku gave a weak laugh. “Of course, Vegeta. I’m too tired to move anyway.”

 

“No, baka.” Vegeta shook his head slightly, his voice a husky whisper as he tightened his arms around the younger meaningfully.

 

“Stay. With me.” 

 

But each time I do…just the thought of you,

Makes me stop before I begin,

‘Cause I’ve got you…Hmm I got you,

I got you…under my skin!

 

 

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A/N: The song “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” was written by Cole Porter.

 

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